My ears begin to bleed
When I hear that you don't really want me.
I sit here blinking foolishly -
Trying to hold back tears.
You mouth is moving, yet I refuse to listen
I inhale your scent instead.
Tasting sweet venom, I kiss your lips
To stop your cruel words.
I run my fingers through your hair
One final touch before you go.
To ___
By Edgar Allen Poe
I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath little of Earth in it,
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passerby.
( I am so not trying to end up like this)...
A Joyous Slide to Hell
I
Am floating
I am on fire
By an incubus who is sending me straight
to Hell
COMMENTS
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Lordpeace
23:05 Jan 09 2009
mmm a little masochistic lovely
Isis101
00:52 Jan 10 2009
LOL! No - not really. Just some feelings that had to be worked thru - back to normal now, thank the Goddess!
Lykeros
04:28 Sep 13 2009
I know this feeling. Well put!
WaitsForTheMoon
01:14 Jul 06 2010
Painful dear